lord, devil and him

i guess that's it

giving up

giving in

i seem to think i can always win

but i was wrong

replacingly

a dirty towel for a bed of sheets

i am here and it is now

no talk of futuristic keep your head on the ground

self it seems so selfishly

accuse the killer

because i have tried

but it seems i never learned to pry open the can

and here i stand with my broken fingers

and lord open his eyes

help him see

through that disguise that he cannot

see upon the human devil

the human devil

so it is now

and we are cold

to see you sick with half a soul

and words are cheap

now love it speaks

the volumes that we need to make our hearts grow weak

so come on back

and have some laughs

remember that the good times they ain't so bad

cause i am dying to try and find a way we can leave this. all behind

because i have tried

but it seems i never learned to pry open the can

and here i stand with my broken fingers

and lord open his eyes

help him see

through that disguise that he cannot

see upon the human devil

the human devil

because i have tried

but it seems i never learned to pry open the can

and here i stand with my broken fingers

and lord open his eyes

help him see

through that disguise that he cannot

see upon the human devil

the human devil